Brandy is still sprinting. How could he?! How could he go and ruin my perfect life! She thinks. Everything was perfect. Upon reaching the pier, Brandy picks up a stone and skips it along the water where it collides with a ship's hull making a semi-loud plink.
"Hey!" comes a familiar voice from inside the ship. Sterling pokes his head out of a window.
"It's you again!" Brandy snaps.
"I could say the same. I mean why are you throwing rocks at my ship?!"
"For the same reason you're trying to ruin my perfect life!"
"Look, this is stupid; I'm not trying to ruin your life. Besides it's far from perfect."
"Who are you to judge my life! It's perfect for me."
"It may be perfect for you; it may not be. I'm only giving you something to think on." Brandy huffs and picks up another stone, but this one is slightly larger than the first.
"You wouldn't‒"Brandy hurls the stone at the ship's deck. The stone leaves a dent in the deck. "Why you!" Sterling rushes on to the deck and retrieves the stone. He turns to scold Brandy, but it's too late as she's already gone. Sterling sighs and examines the damage.
YOU ARE READING
A Fine Girl
General Fiction(Inspired by the song: Brandy by Looking Glass) A barmaid is comfortable with her lifestyle, but a sailor from the north of Spain challenges that.
